"FIX Studio 5th Anniversary & 2nd Anniversary Profit Celebration Party"

A line of large characters shines brilliantly on the electronic banner, and it is also matched with various special effects.

"Please, can you remove the last sentence?" Jasmine stood in front of the banner and said dissatisfiedly, "Although it is an indisputable fact that the studio has been losing money for the first three years, there is no need to write it with such fanfare." ”

I sat at a small dining table behind Jasmine, studying the menu for tomorrow's anniversary, and without raising my head, I told Jasmine in a serious tone: "Isn't there an idiom in China called 'Be prepared for danger in times of peace'?" ”

The operating costs of the studio come from the inheritance of my parents and the investment of my brothers, and every penny is the hard-earned money of my beloved relatives, and I will never let it be burned in vain. Maybe it's still far from paying dividends to my brothers, but at least I can't let them fill it in.

Jasmine muttered helplessly, "Okay, you have the final say...", and then leaned over to me and asked proudly, "How about it, this restaurant I picked, it's good, right?" ”

This is a small restaurant, and the owner should be a very thoughtful person, and the decoration and furnishings adopt a mix and match mode of modern and traditional, but it has a unique and innovative style. In particular, there is a mini courtyard with oriental garden colors hidden behind the restaurant, which brought me a lot of surprises.

"The place is good, but the food is a bit expensive..."I said as I looked at the menu.

"Please! Top dog! We've all worked hard for a year, and you still haven't given us something good?! Jasmine put on an innocent and pitiful look.

"Okay, don't worry, I can't lose your stomach!" I stood up and was about to hand over the changed menu to the waiter, when I saw Mr. Carson rushing in through the door.

Although his expression was calm, I had an ominous premonition, and some worst-case assumptions popped up in my mind: that the studio's technicians had made a mistake in the restoration work, damaged expensive antiques, and that the client demanded hefty compensation......

"I just received a video that is... It's about you," Carson turned on his phone and pressed play.

The studio conference room is shown, and me, Carson, and several other technical team leaders are sitting around a long table in a meeting. I vaguely remember that it was supposed to be a meeting at the end of last year's fiscal year, and the theme of the meeting was to take stock of the previous year and plan for the new year. The atmosphere of the meeting was not easy, although the year was finally able to turn a profit, but the future situation is still not optimistic: the lack of stable customers, the increase in the maintenance cost of using the instrument, especially at the beginning of the year, the "white noise" art auction house integrated some traditional, handicraft restoration shops or people engaged in restoration, and established a very large-scale antique restoration company, the impact on us can be imagined. Seeing everyone's miserable faces, I decided to cheer everyone up. I turned to Mr. Carson and asked, "Carson, what animal do you like?" ”

Carson was a little confused by this sudden question, groaned for a moment, and replied seriously: "Panda." ”

I was taken aback, I didn't expect this vicissitudes of life to like such a cute animal.

"What about you?" I looked at the others.

"I also like pandas"

"yes, who doesn't love pandas? It's the walking Oreo..."

"I have to watch the live broadcast of the panda pavilion online every night before I go to bed..."

"Have you seen the video of that panda sneezing?"

"I've seen it, it's so funny..."

Everyone suddenly came to their senses and began to talk about it.

"Okay, listen to me!" I raised my voice, and my surroundings fell silent for my important announcement.

"If next year's profits can be doubled, I will dress up as a giant panda to celebrate everyone!" I swore that the meeting room was full of cheers and applause......

No matter how smart a person is, there are times when his brain is in water, such as me, such as the promise I made in the video...... But then again, how could I have imagined at that time that our profits would really double this year......

"Who sent it to you?" I asked Carson.

"It's an unfamiliar number, and there is a sentence attached: Don't forget to remind her, there is a grimacing emoji behind it."

"Hmph" I snorted coldly, if I really want to remind me to send it to me directly, just send it to my employees, obviously make it difficult for me to ride the tiger, I can only fulfill my promise.

To find out who posted this video, you must first find out who took it, to be exact, who secretly took it. I jerked my head up and looked at the first suspect. Jasmine was so frightened that she hurriedly waved her hand: "It's definitely me, such a high-level meeting, where am I qualified to participate." ”

I thought about it, and turned my sharp gaze to Carson, poor Carson's frightened sweat was about to come down, and he hurriedly pointed to the phone screen and complained: "I, I, I just sat there honestly, with nothing in my hand, how could it be me?" ”

He also has a point.

"You have to think about the person who doesn't appear in the picture, the person sitting across from XIN!" Jasmine prompted.

Sitting across from me, not in the picture, should be the ......

I took out the phone and dialed the familiar number, and a familiar voice rang on the other side: "Hey, my little dumpling......"

"Michael. Field! I expressed my anger by calling Damai by his full name, "How can you send a video like that to my employees?!" ”

"Oops, my little dumplings, it's just a kind reminder. Even if I don't say it, your employees will remember it, maybe they won't say it, but they're all waiting with their eyes wide open to see if their boss is a trustworthy person...... Honey, you don't want to regret it, do you... Keeping promises is a glorious tradition of our Field."

I was completely arrogant by Damai's words, and muttered weakly: "I don't want to regret it, it's just a little... Forgot"

"Don't worry, my little dumplings, brother, I'll help you remember it! Our dumplings have to be the most beautiful and sexiest pandas to play pandas, and they must not be like the doll in front of the Chinese ramen restaurant to solicit business! Damai swore that "'Dress attitude' (a fashion brand that has become popular rapidly in recent years) is a home with my investment, and I asked their ace designer to make you a panda outfit, and send it to you early tomorrow morning!" ”

From dialing the phone to hanging up, my attitude towards Damai changed from extreme resentment to extreme gratitude. I turned my head to look at Carson and Jasmine, who were whispering, and said firmly, "Don't worry, I'll do what I say!"

That being said, when it was time for me to make my debut, I was completely cold feet. Damai delivered the opening remarks of the anniversary celebration on the small stage of the restaurant. Ever since there was such an event as the anniversary, he has been the undisputed host. Once, Eric asked to replace him and worked overtime to prepare the host speech, but the party was made like an academic seminar, and since then he has been blacklisted in the hosting world. Not only from my studio, but also from his own company, he was forbidden to host the party.

Damai used humorous and sensational language to describe the studio's achievements in the past year, praising both me and my employees. Then the conversation shifted to what I had promised, and that damn video was played on the big screen. I don't know which talented nasty ghost I also edited the video with fashionable rap music, so I sang brightly on the screen: "If the profits are doubled, I will pretend to be a panda, hum ......hah hah haha" The audience laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely joyful.

The video finally ended, and Da Xiang made a "silence" gesture to everyone, turned to me who was hiding to the side, smiled and stretched out his hand, and the whole restaurant immediately became silent.

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and made up my mind to move closer to the stage......

The ace designer of the "dress attitude" is genuine, and the "panda suit" on my body is made of unique materials, the tailoring is exquisite, and there is a faint hint of some Japanese anime painting style: black lace over-the-knee stockings, fluffy straight boots, a white slim skirt with leather and seahorse hair knitted fabrics, a black shawl-style short coat, and a pair of black half-fingered gloves, some designs have been made on the back of the hand, when the hand is clenched into a fist, it looks like a cute little bear paw, and it is equipped with a pair of round panda ear headdress...... As much as I admired the designer's abilities, I still felt that I was dressed funny, and this image would probably become the laughing stock of everyone in the audience...... However, when I stood on the stage, no one in the audience laughed.

I knew I had to say something, but my throat was so tight that I couldn't get a word out.

Suddenly, someone in the audience shouted, "XIN, you're so cute!" ”

Then someone shouted, "This is the prettiest panda I've ever seen!" ”

Someone else whistled after that.

"XIN, we love you!"

Looking down the stage, I saw encouraging smiles and warm eyes...... Involuntarily responded loudly: "I love you too!" ”

My heart was filled with light and joy, and the gloom was swept away, and it seemed that self-confidence also followed.

"Thank you for your hard work over the past year! Please continue to fight with me in the days to come! Tonight belongs to each and every one of you, so have fun! ”

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a storm of applause and cheers from the audience, and the live band played our theme song "Bob the Builder", which is actually the opening song of the cartoon of the same name, due to the phrase "Can we fix it, Yes we can!" Yes we can! So at some point, it became our theme song.

The band shouted, "Can we fix it."

Everyone, including me, replied loudly, "Yes we can!"

The simulated fireworks produced by the holographic projection bloom in the air, around you, and under your feet, and the scene is infinitely beautiful.

Da Mai, who was standing next to me, hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead, and said in my ear with such seriousness that he was almost emotional: "You are my pride!" My little dumplings! ”

The food was delicious, the drinks were well sought, the music was good, and most of my staff were young people talking, laughing, singing and dancing. My panda was taken by everyone to take a group photo, laugh with them, and watch them sing and dance...... But after all, they can't be as completely immersed in happiness as they are. Because I know that pure happiness is only a temporary illusion, and then there are mixed realities that follow.

Just one hour before the anniversary began, in a small private room on the second floor of the restaurant, me, Damai, Eric, Carson, and my legal counsel, Miss Amanda, had a secret meeting. The key figure of the meeting arrived late, he walked into the private room, ignored anyone, took off his crumpled coat and threw it away, picked up a bottle of beer on the table, and sat down on the sofa as he could.

He is Damai's most trusted private detective, helping Damai solve many difficult problems, and of course receiving a lot of commissions from Damai. It is said that this man has fought in the past as a soldier, and he is also the elite of the elite army. I've only met him a few times, and each time his image is different, and Damai says it's a "work need". He said his name was John, and I don't think 10,000 percent was his real name, John? Just call it "John Doe" and forget it. Today's John, with messy hair and messy beard, makes it even more difficult for me to distinguish the outline of his facial features, and I can't figure out his image features at all.

John took out a card-type USB stick from his pocket and threw it on the low table in front of the sofa, and said to everyone, "It's been checked, the evidence is here." ”

"Who is it? Who did it? I couldn't wait to ask.

John knocked his fingers on the USB flash drive on the table with an expressionless face and squeezed out three words: "See for yourself!" ”

Amanda picked up the USB stick from the table and plugged it into her laptop.

The USB stick contained some forms, copies of e-mails, and photographs. In a photograph titled "That's Him," a young boy is walking out of a restaurant. I looked at the photo and couldn't help but gasp, and whispered, "It turned out to be, it's 'Qipu'!?" ”

The person who betrayed the studio, betrayed me, and betrayed the contract he signed himself, is a computer technician who joined the studio two years ago, a guy who is not good-looking and doesn't like to deal with people very much, nicknamed "Qipu" (Chip).

At the beginning of the establishment of the studio, I established the principle of "three noes": do not ask the source, do not distinguish the authenticity, and do not estimate the price. In fact, this "three noes" is not my invention and creation, and with my meager social experience, I will never be able to think of such a wise principle. It comes from a bedtime story that my parents told me when I was a child: "Dr. Hulu. The Adventures of Gourd", the storyline is quite confusing, and now in retrospect it feels like it is a mixture of Harry Potter, Tomb Raider, 007, and various fragments from Grimm's fairy tales, and the protagonist Dr. Hulu is an antique restorer with magical powers, and finally one night, I questioned my father: why does a person who deals with antiques encounter so many dangers, and my father is very serious about the logical support for the story he and his mother are free to create, he said: "In fact, it is very dangerous to deal with antiques, Unless you don't ask the source, don't distinguish the authenticity, and don't estimate the price. ”

As the studio operated, I felt more and more that these three "no's" were important tools to protect the studio, me and my staff. This is emphasized to every employee at the beginning of their employment and is written into the contract, and if it is violated, it is severely punished. At the same time, we will also emphasize this point to our customers and include it in the contract with our customers. The "three noes" have not been challenged and impacted until last year, probably because the studio has some fame, especially because we have many self-developed analytical instruments, although we use these instruments for the purpose of restoration, but from the relevant analysis data can analyze the authenticity of the collection, and sometimes it is more accurate than other identification methods in the industry. Therefore, our data is strictly confidential and must not be leaked. At first, it was the well-informed Damai who heard that someone asked us to examine and analyze the collection under the guise of restoration, and then obtained the data from insiders to determine the authenticity. Later, I also noticed some anomalies in the restoration projects: some of the clients were antique investors rather than collectors, some of the collections were changed hands or auctioned off after the restoration project was completed, and some of the restoration work was stopped at the beginning of the restoration work (especially if the analysis data showed that the collection was a fake). So, Damai commissioned John to investigate, and John quickly determined that it was the inner ghost who leaked our data, and now he has taken the conclusive evidence to prove that the inner ghost is the "Seven Pu".

"We can sue him, this evidence is enough!" Amanda said as she looked at the computer.

"Why did he do it? Is it for money? Is it because of some lack of money? I thought of the "Qipu" who worked diligently and shyly on weekdays, and always hoped to find a reason for his betrayal to be "a last resort".

"No difficulty can be a reason for him!" Eric said categorically, "There are people who are not what you usually see, and the dark side of their hearts will eventually destroy everything..."

I turned my eyes to the photo on the screen again, and the eyes and expressions of "Qipu" on the photo were similar to those of him on weekdays, without a trace of honesty and shyness, full of cunning and arrogance.

I was about to say something, but John slammed the empty wine bottle in his hand and put it on it, Huo Ran got up, grabbed his coat and said, "My task has been completed, and the next thing is your business." Then he ignored no one and walked straight out the door.

My mind was drawn back to the celebratory party in front of me, and I saw "Qipu" not far away talking to someone with a wine glass, and his face was flushed with a bit of drunkenness, which made him even more honest and shy. The fact that a person can have such a deep camouflage makes me feel a chill down my spine. And I will confront this terrible man in the near future, expose his deeds, and pronounce punishment on him. At the end of the secret meeting, I insisted on facing "Qipu" in person, after all, this is my studio, he is my employee, I can't give the problem back to others, I think I can find enough courage.

"Oh my God! Let's see who's coming! Jasmine, who was next to me, pointed to the door of the restaurant and shouted in surprise. I looked in the direction of her finger, and Damai was greeting a tall man at the door, and that man turned out to be Henry! The Henry who said he was going to "not see each other for a while, not talk on the phone".

What is he doing here? Are you here to find Damai? Could it be that you're looking for me?! I saw Da Mai and Henry hugging each other, and then led him to the restaurant, looking around as they went. Damai searched my place with his eyes, and walked towards me with Henry with a wicked smile on his face...

My reaction was just one word: "slip"! I don't want to see Henry, especially not for him to see me as a panda, and I don't know how much ridicule will come out of it. I panicked and fled through the gap in the crowd to a small corridor around the corner, only to find that it was a dead end, and I wanted to turn around and go back, but I heard Damai's hearty voice approaching rapidly, "... You have to be mentally prepared...," Damai said.

I could only be restrained by the soft light of the small hallway.

"Hahahaha, what is this? Is it a panda? Sure enough, Henry was stunned when he saw me, and then he burst out laughing, and he hammered the arm next to him and said, "You didn't tell me it was a makeup party, haha..."

The roots of my teeth itch with hatred, and I really want to turn into a giant panda and teach this man a lesson with my "bear" attack power.

Damai muttered something and turned to leave. This dude has such a big heart that he is relieved to let his lovely, poor sister be alone with an unreasonable man!

Henry approached me, I involuntarily took a step back, he reached out and grabbed my arm easily, still laughing and saying, "Don't run, panda, your ears are crooked!" "

I had no choice but to let him fix my ears, and with the height difference between me and his, I could only see a blank space on the chest of his T-shirt without any pattern. I wanted to raise my head, but he scolded: "Don't move! Haven't got it done yet! "

I had no choice but to continue to stare at the blank space and say, "Didn't you say that you won't see each other for the time being, and you won't talk on the phone for the time being?" Why are you here? I asked dissatisfied.

"yes, haven't we seen each other in a week, haven't we spoken on the phone?" Henry replied calmly. I was completely defeated, and it seems that the understanding of "temporary" between us is very different.

When the ear project was finally completed, Henry took a small step back with interest, looked at me and suddenly said seriously: "Congratulations, you can think about it, it is not easy to run such a studio." "

I was amazed at what he said, and I didn't know how to respond.

He took out a beautiful little paper bag from his pocket and said, "I know that you have seen countless treasures, and this is really nothing to you, but I still want to give it to you." He took my hand, spread out his palm, poured out the contents of the paper bag, and said with a chuckle, "I really didn't expect this thing to match you today..."

A thin clavicle chain, with a small section of emerald bamboo made of emerald and gold wire, is elegant and chic. This gift has a meaning to me that Henry didn't expect, my mom has the word "bamboo" in her name, and my dad often affectionately calls her "baby bamboo". So I didn't say a word, picked up both ends of the necklace, wrapped it around the back of my neck, and fastened the buckle by feeling, because the buckle was too small, I really groped for a while, and I lost my mind for a while. When the buckle was successfully fastened, I came back to my senses to find that Henry was looking at me with a very subtle, somewhat obsessive gaze, and he was so close to me that I could even feel the heat of his body and the rhythm of his breathing. One of his hands caressed my cheek, and according to normal behavior, it was supposed to be a kiss next, and I was a little panicked and didn't know whether to refuse or accept. However, unexpectedly, the kiss did not come, and he paused in a state of wanting to kiss but not kissing. I forgot all of a sudden, and analyzed his mind with interest, and I could almost hear his inner monologue: "How so? Why would I want to kiss this girl? She's really not my type, and there's always a reason why I'm like this......"

On the stage in the restaurant outside the hallway, a live band played "I hate myself for loving you"

I winked at him and said, "Hey, here's your theme song!" "

"What's the theme song?" Henry frowned slightly, listened carefully to the repertoire, and instantly understood my meaning, and an expression of impending rain rose on his face.

I took advantage of my size and escaped from his "clutches" like a loach and ran out into the hallway, looking back at him and laughing as I ran.

I saw him striding after me, expecting that if he was caught this time, he would not end well, and ran out of the hallway just in time to bump into Jasmine and her group of good sisters. I said to Jasmine, "Henry is over there, alone, and now is your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Jasmine was so excited that she grabbed her phone and rushed in Henry's direction......

Everyone loves a party, it has a magical atmosphere, and people can release themselves in peace. Just like those big shopping malls with bright lights, wide and comfortable, beautiful goods everywhere, elegant background music and faint fragrances, people will forget their crowded dwellings, embarrassing lives and hard work for a while.

What's even more interesting is that in this magical atmosphere, the gains and losses in love will be exposed even if they are hidden.

For example, "Elemental-kun", a Japanese guy who is dedicated to studying chemistry, inherits all the characteristics of a blood type A Virgo. Work conscientiously, live a regular and controlled life. But unfortunately I had feelings for Jasmine.,A certain year and a month wrote a love letter to Jasmine with only element symbols and chemical formulas.,Of course, Jasmine can't understand and don't want to understand at all.,Half-jokingly replied to an email with only emoji.,Since then, the two have become a pair of enemies.。 At this time, Elemental Jun reluctantly helped Jasmine take a photo with Henry, looking at Jasmine leaning on Henry's side with an obsessed look, Elemental Jun looked angry, but he couldn't have a seizure, so he could only honestly hold up his mobile phone and take a fierce photo.

Another example is Miss Amanda. She is tall, with brown eyes and brown hair, whether it is clothing or hair and makeup, she exudes an elite style. After today's secret meeting, everyone else left the private room, leaving only me and Damai and Eric, Damai suddenly put on a gossip face and said to Eric mysteriously: "I bet Amanda has something to do with John!" "

"How is that possible?" Eric raised an eyebrow and replied, "Amanda has always been cautious about feelings! "

"Ahem, something is not necessarily emotional...... Damai was about to continue, but suddenly thought that my sister was still there, so he stopped continuing and changed the topic. In the eyes of my brothers, I will always be a minor without any worldly affairs, just as I don't understand that his "something" refers to mere physical relations.

At this moment, Amanda was sitting alone at the table, shaking the glass of wine in her hand, not knowing what she was pondering, although she couldn't see her face, but the back seemed to be a little lonely with a faded brilliance. I don't know if I'm thinking about some tricky case, or reminiscing about the joy I had.

Another example is Martha, the editor-in-chief of my book. I really didn't expect Eric to bring Martha to the party, as his girlfriend. "Brother, I can only use myself to repay the debt you owe to the editor-in-chief!" Eric told me in a pretended grief. I blessed them, but I didn't think much of them in my heart, and from what I knew about Eric, I had a vague feeling that they wouldn't last long. People say that office romances are extremely dangerous, and if they break down, how can they live together? At this moment, Martha was leaning against Eric in a bird's nest, completely devoid of her usual sharpness and strength. However, I saw a hint of fear in her eyes, was she afraid of losing Eric? Fear that the happiness of love is too short......

Whether happy or sad, it seems that there is an ongoing emotional thread in everyone's story. And what about mine? Where did my emotional line start and where did it go? I was amazed to find that this was the first time I had seriously thought about it, and even when Henry said the words "I love you" to me, I didn't treat it as a matter of "feelings". Is it true that I was "born late to bloom" as my brothers say, or is there some other abnormal reason...

Before I knew it, I had already drunk my third glass of the restaurant's homemade multi-drug juice called "Universal Prescription", which was just the right combination of sweet and sour juices, and mixed with colorful fruit pieces. However, I started to feel slightly dizzy, wasn't this just juice? I ran to the bar and asked, "Is there alcohol in this 'universal prescription'?" "

The bartender girl with a shaved inch, nose ring, and tattooed arms replied kindly: "My dear panda baby, how can you be called a 'prescription' without wine?" "

I could only silently agree, and then silently slipped into the small garden at the back of the hotel to relieve my drunkenness in the cool night breeze. The moonlight is bright, and the rustle of bamboo leaves and the murmur of the water are intertwined into a vivid nocturne. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded beside him: "Moonlight is like a fairy stick, it can turn everything into a fairy tale." "

I opened my eyes and saw the man I hadn't seen in five years. For some reason, I suddenly figured out a question. The reason why my emotional line is blurred is that it unfortunately met a failed and undeserved beginning, and since then it has lost its proper curve......